Ramprasad Sen

I Spent My Days In Fun - Poem by Ramprasad Sen

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I spent my days in fun,Now, Time’s up and I’m out of a job.I used to go here and there making money,Had brothers, friends, wife, and childrenWho listened when I spoke. Now they scream at meJust because I’m poor. Death’sField man is going to sit by my pillowWaiting to grab my hair, and my friendsAnd relations will stack up the bier,Fill the pitcher, ready my shroud and saySo long to the old boyIn his holy man’s get-up.They’ll shout Hari a few times,Dump me on the pile and walk off.That’s it for old Ramprasad.They’ll wipe off the tearsAnd dig in to their supper.

[Translated from 'Grace and Mercy in her Wild Hair' by Leonard Nathan and Clinton Seely]